The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-10-27

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he did not see it, and with II feeling o.
devout lhankfulness | managed, with
out exciting his suspicious, to cover
it up with portion OF the leaves we
had piled near the hearth.
As we were dispatching the remains
OF our dinner my companions not
without considerable nervousness,
however, and n white, scared lace
with lips that scarcely pronounced
the words above whisper. related &c
me in iull horrible story OF the drink
maddened man who in II moment o.
frenzy had murdered his loving wife
and innocent little baby.
By this time the night had fairly
settled down upon us, and the dark
ness, save where the dim glow OF the
fire rested, was impenetrable. Iht
thick shadows enveloped US ever
where we sat, Tor the fuel beng poor.
we had continually to coax our fire
to bura, and were often without ever
pretence of blaze.
Suddenly Just rs my companion
was describing to me the terrible head
long rush with which the irenzled llie'
gins had sprung upon his crouchlns
wife-there came piercing through the
thick wall OF darkness behind us the
startingly distinct sound OF heavy
body rushing through space, and the
instant after the same sound repeat
ed each in turn followed by a dull
thud and then the noise OF heavy, un'
certain footsteps.
With a hoarse cry my companion
sprang suddenly upward, but leli
again to his knees. While clasplngh his
arms convulsively, yet tightly, about
my body, he fixed his eyes upon me
in one long, appealing, despairlna
gaze.
| had Just placed my hand upon my
shoulder to reassure him, ana was
opening my lips to speak when there
came terrific crash, followed by to
tai darkness, while something cold
and wet was dashed into our faces
and fell all about us. The next mo-
ment woman's terrible cry, mingled
with n baby's frightened scream, rang
through the cabin.
With another cry, almost as blood
curdling, my mountaineer sprang up
and, ere | could divine his intention
dashed madly through the door AND
into the raging storm without.
1t was truly a moment OF horror
and my first impulse was to follow
my wildly fleeing companion. But
the next moment realized the uttei
madness OF facing such a storm in i'm
penetrable darkness on precipitous
mountain side
Feeling for my revolver | grasped 1t
firmly in one hand and CROPPED my
way to the fireplace with the other.
1t was banked with snow
next felt for a match in order tc
strike u light, and realized with hor
ror that the last one in my possession
had been used to start the fire. The
! terrible cries and screamsnow momen
tarily Increased, intermingled witt
low means and mysterious footsteps
Suddenly became aware that some
thing or some one was stealthily ap
preaching the fireplace where stood
The next moment two burning eyes
apparently fixed on me, gloweo
through the darkness. That it was d
critical moment felt in every velr
and fiber. Quick as thought i raised
my revolver, took deliberate aim, ano
fired.
There was a sharpreport, binding
| flash, n human cry OF agony, WON
ans blood-curdling shrek again, lev
low, pitiful means, then all was SUI
for an instant or so.
The next moment there was the
rush of footsteps, hoarse, maddeneo
cries-once more the sound o; heavy
body passing through space. Again
silence, and then the same low means
intermingIed with heavy sobs OF pam
Cropping my way to the corner o.
the cabin at the right OF the fireplace
| climbed, by means OF thlchinks be
tween the logs, as quickly as the
darkness and my own safety woulo
all to n long shelf had previous
ly noticed considerable distance
above the floor and but couple o
feet or so beneath the lott. And there
upon my left side, with my face turned
toward the room below, and revol
yer in hand, / lay through the Ion!
hours OF the night.
The morning light showed me dead
upon the floor a huge panther, while
a careful investigation OF the cabir
a nd it's surroundings by the SAINT
light fully cleared up the mystery O.
the terrible cries and other sounds
we had heard.
Three days later the body OF tn,
unfortunate mountaineer was founc
some two hundred yards or more
from the cabin where it had beer
completely buried in a snowdrift.
Mrs Hancock Was Not for Sale.
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